Graceful

When the head moves so gracefully

Inclined in its outlook of soft concern
It reveals nothing of its battle for calm
For entombed within a raging sprite seethes
Conflict and peace battle for high ground
But ever the war is won inside your certainty
I envy you the tranquil retreat of reason
For it does not exist in me; nor could it
Unless be it be the false peace of the fool
The hairsbreadth of desire that ensnares vanity
A torch ignites and I shall no more, know peace
Ah, but I remember your poise; it is forever serene
And that will hold a soul in hope till the end
What I may not have; shall be your abundant joy